“Your pulse is racing.” His mouth moved lower, to the curve where my neck met my shoulder. He sucked hard enough to leave a mark, then bit again, softer this time. “Your skin is hot. Your breathing changed the second I put my teeth on you.”“Because I want to kill you.”He laughed quietly against my throat…a low, dark sound that vibrated into me. His hand slid higher under my shirt, fingers brushing the underside of my breast. I arched without meaning to, then hated myself for it.“Liar,” he said.I turned my face away, cheek pressed to the cold glass. The city stretched out forever below us. “Please stop.”“No.”He dragged his mouth across my collarbone, open and wet, leaving another mark right above the edge of my tank top. His thumb stroked once over my nipple through the thin fabric, and a helpless sound slipped out of me before I could stop it. My hips shifted against him on pure instinct. I felt him hard against my lower stomach, thick and heavy, and the reality of it made my st
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